that beads of sweat were already forming beneath the blouse. The shoes were okay, too. But her hair…
“Dammit,” Faith muttered.
It was reacting to the humidity the way it always did, by spinning itself into gold curls instead of lying in the soft, ladylike waves she wanted. Her face was shining, too, despite its unaccustomed dusting of powder.
So much for looking cool and confident. She looked the way she felt, uncertain and grief-stricken at the loss of the only person who’d ever truly cared for her. Perhaps, she thought wryly, the mirror was determined to reflect a portrait of the inner woman instead of the outer one.
“Mommy?”
Faith swung around. “Peter?”
Her son pushed the door open and came into the bedroom, his face solemn—too solemn for a boy his age. Her heart swelled with love at the sight of him. She squatted down and opened her arms wide. Peter walked toward her and when he was close enough, Faith reached out and drew him close, sighing as she felt the tension in his stiff body.
“Mommy? Alice says you’re going to town.”
Faith drew back, smiled and brushed his silky chestnut hair back from his forehead. “She’s right.”
“Do you have to go?”
“Yes. But I won’t be long, sweetheart. Just an hour or two, I promise.”
Her son nodded. He’d taken Ted’s death hard. Lately, he didn’t want to be away from her side.
“Would you like me to bring you something?”
Peter shook his head. “No, thank you.”
“A new game from the computer store?”
“Dad bought me one, just before…He bought me one.” Peter’s lip quivered. “I wish he was still here, Mommy.”
Faith gathered her son tightly into her embrace. “Me, too.” She held him for a minute, inhaling his little-boy scent. Then she cleared her throat, cupped his shoulders and held him out in front of her. “So,” she said briskly, “what are you going to do until I get home?”
Peter shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“How about phoning Charlie and asking him over?”
“Charlie isn’t home. Today’s Sean’s party, remember?”
Damn, Faith thought, of course. She was so wrapped up in her own worries that she’d forgotten her son’s distress at being the only boy who hadn’t been asked to his classmate’s party.
“Why wasn’t I invited, too?” Peter had said, and she’d come within a breath of telling him the truth, that the town was already reassessing her position and his in Liberty’s rigid social order.
“Because Sean’s a ninny,” she’d said with forced gaiety, “and besides, why would you want to go to his old party when we can have a party right here, all by ourselves?”
“It’s a good thing you reminded me,” Faith said. “That means today is our party, too. I’ll pick up some goodies on my way home.”
“Uh-huh,” Peter said, with polite disinterest.
“Let’s see…I’ll get some liver…”
“Liv-er! Yuck. I hate liver.”
“And some Brussels sprouts…”
“Double yuck!”
“Or maybe lima beans. That’s it. Liver, and lima beans, and tapioca pudding for dessert—”
“The stuff with the eyeballs in it?”
“Sure. Isn’t that your favorite meal?”
“No way, Mommy! Lima beans and liver and eyeball pudding isn’t a party!”
“Isn’t it?” Faith grinned. To her delight, her son grinned back. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to pick up some yucky stuff like hamburgers and French fries and chocolate malteds at the Burger Pit.”
It was a bribe, she thought a few minutes later, as she drove out the gates of the Cameron estate and turned her station wagon onto the main road, but so what? It had brought a smile to her little boy’s face. His happiness was everything to her.
Ted had felt the same way.
Ted, Faith thought, and she felt the sorrow welling inside her heart again. What a wonderful man he’d been. The people of Liberty thought so, too, even if they also thought he was a fool to have married her.
Her hands tightened on the wheel. What had made him come to see her, that fateful day nine long years ago? Cole had been gone just a little over seven weeks when he’d knocked at the trailer door. Her mother had opened it, then stepped back with a little gasp.
“My word,” she’d said. “You must be…Faith? It’s—it’s Mr. Cameron.”
Faith had been in the tiny kitchen. Her heart had leaped into her throat at the sound of those words. “Cole,” she’d said, “oh, Cole…”
But it was Ted she saw, when she came racing to the door. She knew him by sight, though they’d never spoken. Ted was years older than Cole. He worked in the bank his father owned. The only other thing she knew about him was that Cole said the two of them were as different as night and day.
“What do you want?” she’d said, disappointment sharpening her tone. Ted had smiled and said he’d come to see her, acting as if he made visits to trailer parks all the time, and saying, “Yes, thank you very much,” to her flustered mother’s offer of a cup of tea.
“Are you okay?” he’d asked quietly, once he and Faith were alone.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Look, Faith, I know you and Cole…I know he meant a lot to you—”
“Cole?” Faith tossed her head. “I hardly remember him.”
“Faith. Please. I know you’re hurt—”
“You don’t know anything!” Without warning, she started to weep. “I hate your brother. You hear what I’m saying? I hate him!”
Ted’s gaze went from her face to her hand. She looked down and realized that she’d inadvertently placed her hand protectively over her still-flat stomach. Heat rushed to her face as she looked up and her eyes met Ted’s.
“You’re pregnant,” he said softly.
“No!” Her face turned white. “I’m not…pregnant,” she said, the word hissing softly from between her teeth. She shot a nervous glance over her shoulder. “You go home, you hear me? Just—just get out of here and—”
“Don’t lie to me, dammit. You’re carrying my brother’s child.”
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